"Don't tell towing... Sure, about ten minutes..."

Two cars had become one recently, a woman snacking between meetings and a man on his cellphone decided that their cars needed a moment of intimacy so they arranged for a loving embrace that put the sedans transmission firmly in the coup's radiator. He was never one to judge as he was in a blue jumpsuit crawling along the engine fluid soaked asphalt to attach chains to the remaining chaises of the two cars. All in all it was a miracle that no one was hurt as both cars were making wide left turns ans kissed their passenger bumpers then came to horrible halts 

"So, might I suggest those without cash to go into the supermarket over there and getting some prepaid debt cards? I wont look as bad as running your credit for a tow, otherwise cash is king. Where am I taking each of you?" The two looked at each other and nodded as the woman walked to the market while he stayed behind and opened his wallet. "I'm going to ninth street auto body... So is she. We-"

Alexander held up a hand to stop the man. "Its called 'don't tell towing' sir, Ninth street is all I need to know. While waiting for her to get back, want to hear a stupid joke?" The man nods as Alexander starts to tell the story while he works the levers to pull his car up first onto the flatbed of the truck. 

"A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one. 
Both of their cars are totally demolished, but amazingly neither of them are hurt. God works in mysterious ways.

After they crawl out of their cars, the man is yelling about women drivers. The woman says, 'So, you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should be friends and live in peace for the rest of our days'..

Flattered, the man replies, 'Oh yes, I agree completely, this must be a sign from God! But you're still at fault...women shouldn't be allowed to drive.'

The woman continues, 'And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune.'

She hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle, puts the cap back on and hands it back to the man.

The man asks, 'Aren't you having any?'
The woman replies, 'No. I think I'll just wait for the police....' "

The man ticks and sighs dismissively, but soon it becomes a chuckle, then a giggle that chortles itself into full laughter as the release lets out the rest of his anxiety just in time for the woman to return with a stack of cards. "whats wrong with him?"
***
An hour or two later, Tomahawk's flatbed rolls into the Xavier institute and parks down by the motor pool. When he was still a kid, he had a much smaller tow truck and a personal business called 'don't ask' but since he became an x-men he had to get a new truck to leave the old one behind so he got a [url=http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4007/4485111907_e19d56c971_z.jpg]bigger one[/url] and renames his business when he was disowned by his family to 'don't tell'. 

There was no real need to keep doing what he did since the x-men paid for almost everything he could want, but it was more a service of kindness most times. Also, he never like depending on anyone for anything so he tried to keep independently employed. That reminded him to go check his traps and see about bringing some local game and blackberries to Jason.